Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Martian,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.